Logie Kirk By Violet Jacob

O Logie Kirk amang the braes,
I’m thinkin’ o’ the merry days
Afore I trod thae weary ways
That led me far frae Logie!

Fine do I mind when I was young
Abune thy graves the mavis sung
An’ ilka birdie had a tongue
To ca’ me back to Logie.

O Logie Kirk, tho’ aye the same
The burn sings ae remembered name,
There’s ne’er a voice to cry “Come hame
To bonnie Bess at Logie!”

Far, far awa’ the years decline
That took the lassie wha was mine
An’ laid her sleepin’ lang, lang syne
Amang the braes at Logie.